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I say Dixie-Cup-Shame on the whole enchilada aka … the WORLD! Yes, I'm evoking that shame of shames uttered by our sweet Red Roses of Texas; those life-like life-saving Powder Puff Girls, who wrote the book: How To Hit and Run: Avoiding an Issue Malfunction By Firing a From-The-Hip Shoot Then Taking Speed, er, uhh, a Speedy Scoot. OHH…THOSE DIXIE CUP GIRLS! so life-like, the little dolls. Weren't they in CHUCKIE I, II, III, IV, V? They even have Commandments: Thou shalt not ever confront your target in the real world, remain on stage at all times, practice safe-insult. Bewares, be acute, no not be a cute (the one in the middle is neither) the Aimee of your slings and arrows may have something succinct and baffling (to you) to say, upon which you will be exposed in verbal combat as an unarmed opponent!
Meanwhile, back at the raunch. How about that raunchy, decadent Super Bowel of a Half-Time show!
The depraved, somebody get me Nero's fiddle, not-to-be-believed, Super Bowl Halftime show pretty much sums it all up. They'll say; "Oops it was a mistake…a wardrobe malfunction". Believe them if you wish, I know better. Really, you … hmmm, maybe not you, but I could see it coming. What was a blatant attempt (to me) to get the
J (font: Chiller as in Thriller)
NAME out in a most favorable viewing venue, failed; and, woes be to the pagan perpetrators, it turned it into an indictment; and I don't mean against only that family … although, like brother like sister comes to mind. And, let's not forget our young BOOB, JUSTIN! He is well on his way to depravity, running parallel with ex girl friend Spears (a Louisianan! The Shame!) World famous for her same-sex lip lock on national TV with an ol' hag believed to actually be the late (as in "it's over, Hun") Madonna, who stole her singular name from a real person who deserved it and lived 2000 years ago.
No, it summed it ALL up for me, as I said. Certainement … honey, get me a glass of Chatahneuf du Paupe, please … even bad publicity is good. Oh, they'll continue to make their millions off their adoring, blinded by the light, FANatics; but, this TIME, I see a line drawn in the sand. Don't cross over it. We're watching you. You played out your despicable act in front of millions around the world … you exposed our children to it! Bubba did it in the 90's bringing the oral thing into our child's lives. What a legacy that man is leaving! History books must include it for thousand of years to come. Hey, better than learning it on the streets, some of you will retort, trying to put a good spin on it. Getting ORAL in the OVAL is the "streets".
How? Why? What the Sam Hill Is It, that you're talking about … Man?
I'll tell you, but I could care less, any longer, if you agree, or if you say I'm mad.
MAD, that's the operative word. You see the entire World has gone mad … shoot, now I'm as mad as hell, but I ain't gonna do nothing about it (quickly, while some modicum of my good mood remains: what movie is that from? I may have twisted it around a bit it; however, you should recognize it, eh? Well … probably, only if you're as "twisted" as I.
Take 2003, please! The worst year ever in our civilization! The World-Changing happening on 9-11-01, is trying to be covered up by the Contraries: Those who pray to a lower case god, that things WON'T get better until after November 2004. Listen! You'll know them by their condescending incantation: "Oh, that! … well, that happened a long time ago, let's talk about today, about why we're in such bad shape because of other more important matters … not that, don't live in the past!" In my part of the country we call them (the Contraries): A Confederacy Of Dunces. No, no, I'm not inferring I'm a genius by this remark … I'm not that Swift.
Look to the East, you will find the Thieves Of The Night, the always-sad-eyed, never-smiling ones, who even kill one another at a religious service. Someone calm down ol' Abraham over there. He's a spinning in his grave like a Whirling Dervish. To the West (us) we find the jealous zealots (great vocal exercise…say it 100X, you'll speak more clearly, but to an earless society):
The JZ's? Let me enumerate, let me enLIGHTen, not expecting Let me entertain you, I trust?: they're the Best, strike that, worst of Times of New York and Los Angeles, and our Double A Minor League paper, The Times-Picayune. OHH…THE NEGATIVES, this is their time: the goofys, the Pagans of MTV, the whores of CBS, the Streisands, the po' over-wrought Streeps, THAT Movie Industry who knows only perfection. And, how, you may ask, do they achieve perfection? Easy! It's called; Take 1, Take2, Take50, Take100…Wow, great work, came out perfect, that's a wrap! Flawless … the world should look to us. We'll show them how to run things. What? Oh, it ran OVER BUDGET? Got nothing to do for a few months, think I'll take some hit-and-run, from-the-hip, who-needs-to-think-things-out POTSHOTS, at the Establishment, before I go off to Nice. I love the French, 'n' how they mind their own business … they're not their Brother's Keeper! Hmmm…is that a good thing? Oh, well, I'll think about it Tomorrow".
Wonderful Example Setters emerged that year: Kerry using the F word, and doing THE sign for smokin', totin' MJ (pun intended "Ouch, those bullies hurt me so severely, it took me two tries to get up on the roof of my 7 feet high SUV and OHH…SO HARD to do that SS salute, which I have down pat … Oh, I wannabe an Arian, soon, very soon, I pray to Casper. I look so good in my uniform-cut clothing, See how erect I am". Now, Dean. That's it: just Dean … nothing more to be said about him. Dixie Chicks, Sean Penn, Janine, Susan and what's-his-name hubby … had to go outside the U S A to slam-dunk us. Cowards. Michael Moore, Franken, and Garrison Keeler three Wise (guys) MEN, there, eh? Notice how so many of them are what I call REactors. They don't (cannot) come up with an original thought of their own, they lurk in the Shadows to pounce on other's statements, pronouncement … hey, run for office guys, if you think you can do better! Writing a book isn't much to be accepted/revered in the long run. Only exception being, if you actually wrote it yourself.
Speaking of writing it yourself, did y'all see Hillary and Edward at the State of the Union address: if you did you saw RAW HATRED. The camera caught them, huh? Hillary did a great double take giving us a warm, tender, faux smile. Love ya Hill … and hubby dearest, who taught all 8 year olds the meaning of oral sex…which isn't sex, huh? Well, it's a nasty thing to teach youngsters, wouldn't you agree? Is that the 2nd time I brought it up? I don't believe it's a repeat … hey, bubba doesn't believe it was sex! I've noticed a new twist about ignorance: it IS an excuse now! Believe this or not (and both occurrences have been timed): it took Kennedy longer to get to a telephone for help than it took our boys to take Baghdad!!!
And, Poor President Bush, likeable C students just should NOT be allowed to be President. And, let's give a hip hip to Tommy Franks. See How Tommy Ran after the War Part was finished … according to him, anyway. Thanks Tommy … a XXX performance…you screwed everyone.
Say, look, I'm fin, ok? I'm watching a bunch of old John Wayne movies, e.g. the fab STAGECOACH. They're really isn't much of any worth on the Silver Screen since the 70s, and that's a stretch. The actors today are horrid. They're all second generation whose Parents were great. Albeit, they should have given them better advice: "Don't go in the movie business, you don't know beans about acting".Don't get me started on ReRuns, Based-ons, Adaptations … Geesum Peekers, Originality must be one of the seven deadly sins.
All seriousness aside, huh? I am considering taking my old fortune telling aunt's prognostication of my future: upon observing me as an infant, she predicted I'll be president one day, what with my massive forehead … or at the least, I'll garner the role as Frankenstein in another rerun if they ever have one. She batted a 1000, old Aunt Jane did: She predicted my younger brother wouldn't wet the bed that night. Poor thing fell out the bed and tinkled all over the floor. She told my Grandmother she'd take a mighty long trip over water: Granny left Aunt Jane's West Bank hamlet for her East Bank digs by way of the Canal Street Ferry (it wasn't married (yet) to our Algiers Ferry). Yup, she took that Ferry trip over the mighty Mississipp…how did a West Bank dweller such as Aunt Jane make such a profound prediction? New Orleans kinda makes you think it's in the Middle East/Northern Africa, what with the West Bank, East Bank, Algiers talk. Why we even have an Alexandria nearby!
For me, I'll be perfectly happy, for now on, if the Church returns to an ALL-LATIN MASS like in the golden olden time days of the '50s. A greatly desired Comfy Zone, right now!
That'll sum it all up for me.
I wonder, more and more, how I am doing, how we are doing in our other Parallel Universes. What? You don't know about Parallel Universes. A Caveat: Don't ask, cuz I'll tell ya! You'll run out of e-space.
P.S. The upcoming Grammy's: all hell will break out if something isn't done to control these lost souls: have a 60 second delay, tape the whole damn thing, get the Maestro to drown them out with brassy music, have the Carolina Panthers escort them out. They're in such a good mood now … they'll do the job for free.
I have to get ready for the campaign. Studying up on Huey Long techniques/pointers. Ordering lots of chickens for everyone's pot (get your own pot Kerry) And, call me unique, I'm actually going to say something bad about Sadman! Haven't heard that to date.
UPDATE: 1 person killed in a riot on the streets ……….of Boston. The Patriot's Homecoming Welcome was cancelled by the foaming, subhuman mongrels of Bean town! Go figure. New Orleans is looking better and better to me. We got Mardi Gras to let off our steam!
STOP PRESS! They, the Contraries, the Corrupters, say: "If you don't like it, change the channel". I topped that (indeed, anyone with a brain could)! I DELETED the channel. TV's today, have a marvelous feature: the Delete Channel button on their MENU. It's so simple. Just delete the channel! You'll not ever have to change the channel, cuz it's deleted already! Skips right over it as though it never existed! "Gee, MTV must have shut down, or something, I go from 26 to 28. Oh well, my young grand children (and Great grand child) can't make the mistake of tuning in to it on 27, if they get hold of the remote … and God bless them, they will find a way to do that! They're only curious children who love to surf channels when Grand-Great Paw Paw Rip Van nods off to sleep."
I'm nodding
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